I didn't think much of my sister moving to college. We grew closer her senior year and we're only a grade and year apart so we shared a lot of the same things we went through. And I'm the type of person who doesn't really feel anything when someone leaves, or dies. That sounds really heartless, but I guess I just adapt well, a little too well. Nothing prepared me for the day I drove three hours with her and my parents to drop her off. When we said goodbyes, she was already sobbing and it took every ounce of what I had to not cry back. All the way home, I curled up in a little ball and sniffled a bit. I cried for about five minutes once we left. Seeing my sister off to college made me realize that what's in store for her will be mine in a year. It's scary, and stressful, waking up and realizing life is almost at your door to kick you out in the real world.